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 the UAE and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Bill Wells to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Main Source,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.