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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.