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 Spain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Johnny Clarke 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
the Association,
Brick,
Faust,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.