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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Basic Channel 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Rakim,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.