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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ossler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.