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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Hardrive to the grime 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.