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 Taiwan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.