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 Poland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Saints to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.