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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.