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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.