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 Senegal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
New Order,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.