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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Al Stewart to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.