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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Big Daddy Kane 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Television,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
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.