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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a marimba 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Q65,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.