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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Ponytail to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.