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 Ireland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Q65,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.