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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.