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 Poland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Los Fastidios to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Oneida,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Can,
ABC,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.