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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 snare and a clarinet 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.