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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Symarip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.