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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.