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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Funkadelic to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
PIL,
UT,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.