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 Gabon and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.