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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 K-Klass to the jazz 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.