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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.