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 Spain and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.