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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Interpol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.