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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Television,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.