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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
Television,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.