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 Morocco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.