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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ohio Players to the rap 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Scion,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
CMW,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.