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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
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 synthesizer 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.