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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.