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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the electroclash 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
The Doors,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.