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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 This Heat to the electroclash 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flipper,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.