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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blues Magoos to the rap 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.