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 Gabon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Simply Red to the funk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Blake Baxter,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak,
Little Man,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.