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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.