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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.