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 Mali and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.