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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
Faust,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Qualms,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.