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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Motions to the dance 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.