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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Tim Buckley to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.