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 Brunei and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.