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 Chile and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.