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 Palau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Organ to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.