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 Bhutan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Gang of Four to the grunge 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.