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 Austria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Deakin to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.