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 El Salvador 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Interpol to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Wings,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.