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 Mexico and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q65,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.