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 Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Cameo,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.