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 Israel and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.