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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Roxette to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.