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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hardrive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 mellotron and a harpsichord 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
Make Up,
Japan,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.