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 Malaysia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro 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 Duran Duran to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Index,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
The Saints,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Cymande,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Niagra,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
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.