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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Johannesburg and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.