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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.