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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.