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 Hungary and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the rap 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an oboe 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.