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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Carl Craig to the disco 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.