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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Symarip,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.