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 Belarus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Gun Club to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.