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 Ghana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Busters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.