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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Prince Buster to the jazz 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.