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 Estonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Essential Logic to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.