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 Austria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Magma,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.