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 Austria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.