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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.