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 Korea South and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Don Cherry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.