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 Qatar and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rotary Connection to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
Lyres,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.