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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Sparks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.