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 Samoa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Yaz to the electroclash 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.