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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Nas,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.