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 Armenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
The Motions,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.