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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Camouflage to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.