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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.