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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk to the techno 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
Flipper,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.