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 Dominica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fad Gadget to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.