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 Rwanda and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scrapy 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.