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 Burkina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Brick,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.