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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Black Moon to the punk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.