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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.