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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The United States of America to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Scion,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.