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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
The Slits,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.