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 United States and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
The Index,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
AZ,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.