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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Cameo to the funk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
Ossler,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.