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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scrapy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
Index,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.