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 Ireland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Niagra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an organ 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Faust,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.