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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.