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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.