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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.