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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
The Index,
AZ,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.