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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Au Pairs to the punk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a snare 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.