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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sun Ra to the crunk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Index,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.