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 India and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.