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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
June Days,
Hashim,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Organ,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.