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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a güiro 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
The Gories,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.