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 Panama and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.