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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Knickerbockers to the rap 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.