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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
Unwound,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.