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 Argentina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Don Cherry to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 snare and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Q65,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
Ituana,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.