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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Robert Görl to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.