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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liliput to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Cymande,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.