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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
CMW,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.