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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.