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 Somalia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Monolake,
Roxette,
The Names,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.