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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an organ 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.