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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.