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 Honduras and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lindisfarne to the rap 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Scion,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.