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 Panama and from Mumbai.
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 Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.