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 Burundi and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.