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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 OOIOO 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.