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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Television,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.