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 Congo and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
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.