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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Martian to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
New Order,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.