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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
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 oboe 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Index,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Brick,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.