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 Palau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.