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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.