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 East Timor and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 LL Cool J to the dance 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.