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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.