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 Grenada and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Alphaville to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
The Martian,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.