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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
MDC,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Excepter,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.