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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Graham Central Station to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Scion,
The Victims,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.