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 Barbados and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a sitar 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Newcleus,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.