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 Lebanon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Harmonia to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.