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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Fugazi to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.