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 Greece and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 The Evens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.