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 Argentina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ludus to the jazz 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.