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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arab on Radar to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
DNA,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.