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 Chile and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.