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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Skatalites to the punk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.