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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
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 sitar 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 The Offenders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
Crime,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.