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 Sweden 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Kayak,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.