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 Laos and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scan 7 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.