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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.