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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.