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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Index,
Make Up,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.