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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erasure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.