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 Thailand and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pylon to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Mars,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.