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 Eritrea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.