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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a theremin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.