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 Ghana and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
Magazine,
cv313,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.