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 South Africa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.