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 Brunei and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Count Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Q65,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.