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 Ukraine and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Invisible to the electroclash 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Q65,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
The Residents,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.