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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Cybotron to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.