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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.