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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalann to the funk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.