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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Mars,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.