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 Guinea and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Wasted Youth to the dance 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.