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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Motorama to the grime 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Anakelly,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.