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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
X-101,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.