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 Armenia and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dark Day to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a güiro 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.