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 Palau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 the Fania All-Stars to the disco 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.