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 Afghanistan and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an oboe 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.