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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Das Ding to the funk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.