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 South Africa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.