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 Poland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Buckinghams to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
Zapp,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.