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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Masters at Work to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.