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 Belgium and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
World's Most,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.