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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a spring reverb 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Josef K,
The Residents,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
New Order,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.