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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Slave to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
New Order,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.