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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.