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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Neon Judgement to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.