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 San Marino and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Reagan Youth 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.