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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy Collins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Nico,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
Wire,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.