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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Bad Manners to the rock 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.