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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Simply Red to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Franke,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.