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 Oman and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Rundgren to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.