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 the UAE and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a guitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.