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 Samoa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grass Roots to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.