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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rotary Connection to the funk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a sitar 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Yaz,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.