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 Congo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Enemy to the grime 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a chamberlin 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.