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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Albert Ayler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.