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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.