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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Hood to the rock 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
Can,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.