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 Armenia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Axelrod to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.