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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Junior Murvin 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Urselle,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.