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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Joey Negro to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Smog,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.