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 Brunei and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.