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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Index,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.