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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.