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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Interpol to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.