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 Latvia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.