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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bauhaus to the techno 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
DNA,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
ABC,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.