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 Haiti and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.