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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Technova,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Index,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.