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 Togo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a 808 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.