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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
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 Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 The Skatalites to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
Smog,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.