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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mighty Diamonds to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.