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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skaos to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
Scion,
DNA,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.