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 Panama and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 The Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
The Move,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.