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 Maldives and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harmonia to the electroclash 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.