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 China and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.