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 Romania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Al Stewart to the jazz 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.