Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Morocco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.