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 Georgia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.