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 Algeria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 KRS-One to the disco 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.