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 Syria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
the Slits,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.