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 Chad and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Names to the punk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.