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 Slovakia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the grime 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.