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 Haiti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 The Knickerbockers to the rap 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.