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 Laos and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.