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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
The Index,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.