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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Hoover to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.