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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
Scan 7,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.