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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.