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 Cambodia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Cameo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.