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 Yemen and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.