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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 an oboe and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Audionom,
Urselle,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
The Selecter,
Scion,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.