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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sandy B to the punk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
PIL,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.