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 South Africa and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Evens to the electroclash 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.