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 Estonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Little Man,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.