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 Morocco and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Q65,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.