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 Mexico and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Symarip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.