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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Delhi and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.