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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Pole,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.