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 Austria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an organ 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.