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 Italy and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 48th St. Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
10cc,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.