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 Laos and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Outsiders to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.