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 Norway and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Ossler to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.