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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 DJ Sneak to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 an arpeggiator and a snare 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.