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 Belize and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.