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 Fiji and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.