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 Russia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.