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 Albania and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
Skarface,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.