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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
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 marimba 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 Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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?
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
New Order,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.