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 Egypt and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David McCallum to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
ABC,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.