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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
The Cure,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.