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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 DJ Sneak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.