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 Finland and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 H. Thieme to the jazz 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Pole,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.