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 Kenya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.