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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Motorama,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.