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 Mexico and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Bar-Kays to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Wings,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.