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 Peru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Bananas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.