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 Jordan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crooked Eye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.