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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tom Boy to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.