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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sam Rivers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
the Germs,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.