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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Index,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.