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 Togo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Grauzone to the techno 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
Rakim,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Symarip,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
Q65,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.