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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tommy Roe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.