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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smiths to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.