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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Severed Heads to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Pole,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
Brick,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.