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 Lesotho and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.