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 Togo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ohio Players 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Q65,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.