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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 David Axelrod to the jazz 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.