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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Visage,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Index,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.