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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '90s.
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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.