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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Smoke to the rap 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Monks,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.