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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.