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 Spain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Hood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.