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 Denmark and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
Audionom,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.