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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Brick,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.