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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.