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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Newcleus to the disco 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Swell Maps,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
The Pop Group,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.