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 Guyana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Howard Jones to the techno 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.