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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June Days to the grunge 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Slave,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.