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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.