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 Dominica and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magazine to the rock 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Symarip,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Slave,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
The Doors,
ABC,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.