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 Kyrgyzstan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Fear,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.