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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Ituana,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch 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.