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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marine Girls to the punk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Q65,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.