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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Minor Threat 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Symarip,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.