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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Suicide to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Magma,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.