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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a güiro 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.