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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.