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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.