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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Hardrive to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.