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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joy Division to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Magma,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.