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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Yellowson,
Organ,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.