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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Wake,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.