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 Denmark and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.