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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Velvet Underground to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Magazine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.