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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.