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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Kayak,
ABC,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.