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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
Index,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
The Busters,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.