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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ice-T to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
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.