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 India and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 cv313 to the funk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.