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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.