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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.