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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.