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 Fiji and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.