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 Spain 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Colin Newman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.