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 Spain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a snare 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
ABC,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.