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 Belarus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Skarface,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.