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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Young Rascals to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.