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 Nauru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Martian to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.