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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
The Residents,
AZ,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.