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 Cuba and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
Monks,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.