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 Grenada and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.