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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
Wings,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.