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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mojo Men to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.