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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.