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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.