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 Denmark and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Audionom to the disco 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.