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 Comoros and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.