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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Godley & Creme to the funk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
Visage,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Magma,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.