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 Malta and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Blancmange to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.