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 South Sudan and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 H. Thieme 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.