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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.