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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
Pole,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.