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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.