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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.