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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
X-102,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.