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 Korea North and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Patti Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
CMW,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.