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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Blancmange to the funk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Television,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.