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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.