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 Fiji and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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?
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.