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 Latvia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 K-Klass to the jazz 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
Faust,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
Scion,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.