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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.