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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Intrusion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.