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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Cosmic Jokers 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 guitar and a mellotron 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.