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 Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Loose Ends to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.