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 Togo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.