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 Cambodia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '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 Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Avey Tare,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.