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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Cosmic Jokers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.