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 Iran and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the punk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Nas,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.