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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.