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 Bolivia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 U.S. Maple to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.