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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.