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 Austria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Nas,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.