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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Mars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.