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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 a-ha to the punk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.