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 France and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Ohio Players to the rap 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.