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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
The Busters,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.