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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Vainqueur to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.