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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Swans,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.