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 Serbia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the grime 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
Darondo,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.