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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Darondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
PIL,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.