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 Chile and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Wire,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.