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 Nauru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 John Holt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.