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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Symarip to the rap 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
The Move,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
This Heat,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.