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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 AZ to the funk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.