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 Barbados 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Duran Duran to the techno 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
Monks,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
AZ,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.