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 Belize and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Television,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.