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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Section 25 to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.