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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.