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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brass Construction to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
MC5,
a-ha,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.