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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ultra Naté to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.