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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.