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 Poland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Hong Kong and Mumbai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scrapy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.