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 Fiji and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slackers to the punk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.