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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doobie Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.