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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.