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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Maurizio to the techno 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.