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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Malaria! to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.