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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beasts of Bourbon 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
EPMD,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.