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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Josef K to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.