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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.