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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
The Gories,
UT,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.