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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Black Dice to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Zapp,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.