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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Young Rascals 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Qualms,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.