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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.