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 Russia and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Susan Cadogan 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a guitar 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?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Fear,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
UT,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.