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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Joy Division to the techno 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.