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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.