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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Birthday Party 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
The Remains,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.