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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.