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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 MDC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.