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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.