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 Bhutan and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.