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 Monaco and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Metal Thangz to the rap 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.