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 Guyana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sandy B to the grime 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
MDC,
The Slits,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Fear,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.