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 Grenada and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Camouflage to the techno 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.