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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Coltrane to the techno 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
Nas,
Flipper,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.