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 Israel and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motions to the jazz 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 a rhodes and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Inner City,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.