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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Real Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.