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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.