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 Chile and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Brass Construction to the techno 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Sonics,
UT,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
Rakim,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.