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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 The Star Department to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.