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 Georgia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Jakarta and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ossler to the crunk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.