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 Israel and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Q65,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.