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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ponytail to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
The Names,
Monolake,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.