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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Hong Kong and Salvador.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Guru Guru to the funk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.