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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Christie to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.