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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Sex Pistols to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.