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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Black Pus,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.