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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Blackbyrds to the techno 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Magma,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.