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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.