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 Laos and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Quantec to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
UT,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.