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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 an organ and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.