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 Japan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moleskins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.