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 Maldives and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.