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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terry Callier to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.