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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harmonia to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Whodini,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.