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 Slovenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Style to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
The Names,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.