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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sixth Finger to the rap 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Organ,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.