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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.