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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Don Cherry to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.