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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anthony Braxton to the grime 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.