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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.