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 Estonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.