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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.