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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Moon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.