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 Netherlands and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fortunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.