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 Namibia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
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 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 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 grime 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.