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 Libya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stooges to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.