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 Seychelles and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vogues to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a linndrum 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?
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.