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 Morocco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Q and Not U to the grunge 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
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.