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 Laos and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 The Pretty Things to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
10cc,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.