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 Kenya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.