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 Djibouti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arcadia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs 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?
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.