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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ken Boothe to the disco 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.