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 Solomon Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Althea and Donna to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Lalann,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.