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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Y Pants to the rock 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.