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 Belize and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
the Association,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.