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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Wings,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.