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 Nepal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Move to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.