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 Russia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
cv313,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.