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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Roy Ayers 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
Pantytec,
The Saints,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
John Foxx,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.