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 Tuvalu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mummies to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.