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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q65,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.