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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 The Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Gong,
World's Most,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.