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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bad Manners to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Nico,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.