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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Aswad 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
the Association,
The Evens,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.