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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a mellotron 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
Chrome,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.