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 Spain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.