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 Turkey and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Talk Talk to the grime 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.