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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.