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 East Timor and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
ABBA,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.