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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scratch Acid to the rap 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Japan,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.