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 Haiti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
Index,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.