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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Easy Going to the funk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.