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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a theremin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.