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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The New Christs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Q65,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.