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 Dominica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.