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 Latvia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The J.B.'s to the jazz 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.