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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.