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 Gabon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Brass Construction to the dance 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
The Sound,
Ituana,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.