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 Guyana and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a clarinet 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.