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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.