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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Yellowson to the grime 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.