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 Somalia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grime 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Nico,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Unwound,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.