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 Uganda and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 ABC to the techno 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
ABC,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.