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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camouflage to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.