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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.