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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring to the rap 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.