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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.