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 Benin and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Magma,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
Monks,
Faust,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Franke,
Wire,
Organ,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
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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.