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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.