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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dawn Penn to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.