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 Burkina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
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.