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 Tunisia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sparks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.