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 Namibia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 sitar and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
Monks,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.