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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.