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 Portugal and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rekid to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.