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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.