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 Sweden and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Swans to the funk 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
DNA,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.