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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.