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 Liberia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crime to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Faust,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
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Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.