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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Hoover,
The Names,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.