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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Oblivians to the disco 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
AZ,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
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The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.