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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glenn Branca to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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?
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.