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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Nas,
Moebius,
Sparks,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.