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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 OOIOO to the funk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
Can,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.