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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.