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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.