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 Algeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a güiro 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.