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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
Crime,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.