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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Whodini,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.