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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Scion to the funk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Visage,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.