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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.