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 Israel and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.