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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.