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 Philippines and from Toronto.
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 Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Visage,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
X-102,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.