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 Singapore and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.