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 Brunei and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 cv313 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
Faust,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.