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 Syria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.