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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.