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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.