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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 harpsichord 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 Arab on Radar to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Hashim,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.