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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monolake to the rap 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Q65,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.