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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fluxion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.