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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.