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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Yellowson to the dance 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.