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 Qatar and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 The Barracudas to the crunk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.