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 Libya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
Slave,
Second Layer,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.