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 Malta and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 The Five Americans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.