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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blues Magoos to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.