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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Buckinghams to the punk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.