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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.