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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
the Association,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.