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 Iceland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Can,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.