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 Armenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cure to the funk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
X-102,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.