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 Albania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.