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 Honduras and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Television to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
Roxette,
Whodini,
UT,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Q65,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.