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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.