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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wally Richardson to the techno 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
Gong,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.