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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 The Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.