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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.