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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Maurizio,
Visage,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.