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 Serbia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Television Personalities to the dance 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.