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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Excepter,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.