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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Flesh Eaters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.