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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.