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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 E-Dancer to the electroclash 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.