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 Russia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.