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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.