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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.