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 Belize and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Buckinghams to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.