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 Uganda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Buzzcocks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.