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 Italy and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare to the grime 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.