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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.