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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Magazine,
Q65,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Franke,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.