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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Vogues 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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?
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.