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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Smog to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Derrick May,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.