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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Aswad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Crime,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.