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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.