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 Guyana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.