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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pierre Henry to the disco 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
DNA,
Franke,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.