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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Visage to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.