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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Age Steppers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
the Association,
The Dead C,
The Index,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.